*TW: Mention of su*c*de in Levi's POV*
Virgil Amatore, District 1, 18
Glowy finished her interview with Caesar and returned backstage, heading towards the end of the long line of tributes.
"Nice work up there," I said.
"Thanks," she replied, not bothering to stop. She strode away, her silver dress sparkling under the fluorescent lights of the hallway. I didn't mind, though; it was my turn to shine, and I knew my interview would be way better than hers. I looked down at my suit and frowned, quickly unbuttoning the top few buttons of my shirt. Much better.
"And for our next tribute, from District One, comes Virgil Amatore!" announced Caesar. The crowd went wild, clapping and screaming my name. I entered the stage, flashing my most charming smile, and walked over to Caesar, who was standing with his hand outstretched. He shook my hand with enthusiasm.
"Welcome, Virgil! Please, have a seat," he said, gesturing to the lavish seat positioned next to his. It was almost like a throne- that's how decked out it was, glimmering bright gold under the stage lights.
"Thanks for having me, Caesar," I said, my voice smooth. A few claps came from the audience again, but Caesar quieted them with a motion of his hand.
"So, Virgil, tell us about yourself. We're dying to learn more about you," said Caesar.
"Well," I said, leaning back in my throne, making myself comfortable, "I'm your next Victor. What more is there to say?"
The audience started cheering again. Caesar gave me an intrigued look. "Bold words! How do you plan on winning the Games?"
"Where's the fun in that?" I say. "If you already know the ending, let's at least leave the journey a mystery, eh?"
"Not even a hint?" he asked, hanging on my every word.
"For you, Caesar, of course," I said. "Let's just say that I have some tricks up my sleeve that not even you will see coming. It'll be the most entertaining Games you've ever seen."
"I like the sound of that!" said Caesar. He turned to the audience. "What do you all think?"
The audience responded with cheers. I flashed them another smile, and the applause only increased.
"I'd love to hear more," said Caesar. "There's some stiff competition this year. How do you plan to overcome it?"
"No offense, Caesar," I said, "but I beg to differ. None of these tributes stand a chance. You'll see me on this throne again very, very soon."
"Wow!" shouted Caesar, jumping to his feet. He glanced behind me- he must have a timer or something back there. The audience cheered again as Caesar shouted, "Give it up for Virgil from District One!"
Caesar and I shook hands again, and I departed, flashing a few more smiles and waving at the audience. I could have sworn I heard the ladies swoon.
I returned backstage, where Sadie was waiting at the front of the line. "Good luck following that," I said, smirking. I didn't wait to hear her response, quickly walking towards the end of the line to reunite with Glowy.
Sadie Wilson, District 2, 18
I rolled my eyes as Virgil strode past, his chest puffed out and his shirt half-unbuttoned. I glanced at Cal, who shrugged.
"Ignore him," he said. "Good luck out there."
"Thanks," I replied.
"Next up, our lovely lady from District Two, Sadie Wilson!" roared Caesar. I walked onstage, waving at the crowd, which only made them cheer louder. Caesar took my hand, and I sat in the bedazzled chair next to his.
"Welcome, Sadie," said Caesar. "The Capitol is dying to learn more about you. Tell us about yourself."
"Thank you, Caesar," I said, smiling brightly. "Well, let's see. I'm from District Two, obviously."
The crowd chuckled a little as I continued.
"The Games are everything to me," I told him. "My whole life, I've been dreaming of competing."
"What do you like about them?" he asked, practically on the edge of his seat.
"That's a great question," I said. "Probably what they represent. My parents and I have always disagreed on this- I think the Games are about strength, and patriotism, and greatness."
"Very well-said, my dear," said Caesar. "Beautiful and well-spoken to boot!"
The crowd applauded. I smiled at Caesar, blushing slightly.
"Thank you," I said.
"I'm just stating the obvious, of course," he said. "However, you mentioned something that intrigued me. You and your parents, you disagree on this matter?"
"I suppose I tend to be a little stubborn at times, and I learned it from them," I said, laughing slightly. "They always had more… radical views, let's say."
"You speak in past tense?" he asked.
"Yes. They both made several mistakes, and ultimately, they paid the price," I said.
"Oh, dear, that's very unfortunate," said Caesar. "My condolences."
"Oh, no need, Caesar," I said. "An enemy of the Capitol is an enemy of mine. Their choices do not define me."
"What a patriot you are!" said Caesar.
I shook my head, smiling. "Just a normal citizen."
"Just your typical girl next door?" he asked.
"Exactly," I said.
"With all due respect, you seem like more than that to me," said Caesar.
"Well, I have a few tricks up my sleeve," I said, smiling again. I winked at the audience.
"I cannot wait to see what you have in store for us!" Caesar exclaimed. He turned to the audience. "How about all of you?"
The audience roared, cheering my name
"Oh, stop," I said. "I'm just like all of you!"
The audience only cheered more.
"One last question, Sadie," said Caesar, quieting the crowd with a wave of his hand. "Are you ready for this?"
I smiled. "Oh, no doubt."
Damion Cloud, District 3, 14
Halley went onstage after the boy from District 2, who undeniably charmed the audience throughout his interview. Halley, I was pleased to observe, had a tough time following him- she wasn't shy or anything, but maybe that was the problem. If she'd been unlikeable before, she was downright insufferable now.
She cast a foul glare at me as she strode past, walking to the end of the line of tributes. I straightened my blue tie, preparing for Caesar to call my name.
"Next up, let's hear from Halley's district partner, Damion Cloud of District Three!" shouted Caesar. The crowd applauded politely as I entered the stage, making my way over to the golden chair next to Caesar's trademark armchair. Caesar shook my hand, and we both sat down for my interview.
"Welcome, Damion," said Caesar, smiling widely. His color this year was a deep orange, I noticed. His hair was orange, and when I glanced at his hands, his nails matched. Of course, it was unspoken that his suit was orange as well. And his shoes. And his eyebrows…
"Thanks," I said.
"So, Damion," said Caesar. "Tell us about yourself! We'd love to know more about you."
I shrugged. "Not much to know," I said.
"Oh, really? I doubt that's true," said Caesar.
I shook my head silently.
"Well, what about family?" he asked. "Do you have anyone watching back home?"
"My brother's in Three," I said shortly. "My parents are dead."
"I'm so sorry to hear that," said Caesar. He had a sympathetic look on his face, but I doubted it was sincere. The crowd made a collective ohhh noise. "I'm glad you still have your brother, though! Are you two close?"
"No," I said. "We're not."
"Well, that's alright," said Caesar. "Let's change course. Do you have any plans for the Games you'd be willing to share?"
"No," I said. "But I don't plan on dying."
"You know," said Caesar, tapping his chin, "that makes a lot of sense to me."
I rolled my eyes, but said nothing. This man was ridiculous.
"Do you have any allies heading into the arena tomorrow?" he asked.
"No," I said.
"A lone wolf! Haven't had many of those so far!" he said. "Glad to hear we'll have some variety in the group sizes this year. I wish you the best, Damion."
I half-smiled back, forcing the appreciation onto my face. "Thanks."
We talked a bit more before the end of my few minutes, but it was nothing of substance. The whole time, I was dying to rip off this stupid costume and go home. I didn't want to be here. I thought Caesar could tell, but he kept trying to get a decent interview out of me.
Finally, he glanced at the timer behind me. "That looks like all the time we have for Damion Cloud of District Three! Let's wish him some good luck, shall we?"
The crowd applauded, less so than the first time, and I stalked backstage, ignoring Caesar's outstretched hand. I ignored the rest of the tribute's eyes on me as I made my way to the end of the line.
Isla Evenair, District 4, 18
"Hailing from District Four, our next tribute is the legendary Isla Evenair!" announced Caesar.
I sashayed forward, a smile rising to my lips. It wasn't fake- Caesar's introduction had greatly pleased me. If only he announced me anytime I entered a room. The man had an undeniable talent.
Caesar extended his hand toward me. I placed mine in his, and he led me to the throne that would soon be mine. We sat, ready for the interview.
"Welcome, dear Isla," he said.
"Thank you, Caesar," I replied.
"Now, first things first," he said. "I simply must ask you about your outfit at the Reapings! The Capitol has been buzzing over your look."
I chuckled, trying to keep it from sounding too empty. Annie had advised me to be more warm and cheery, and I was doing my best to follow that, especially because Finnick had agreed with her. "Well, I've always loved fishnet stockings. In Four, they never go out of fashion. As for the dress… well, I wanted to make a splash. Looks like I succeeded."
"I'd have to agree with that," said Caesar. "You were certainly stunning then, and you continue to be now."
"Why thank you," I said, trying to force another genuine smile. I looked down at my long, flowing yellow dress, delicately touching the beads around my neck. "My stylists did a great job."
"They clearly did," said Caesar. "You look great tonight. Now that we've covered your fashion, let's discuss the Games. How are you feeling now that the arena is right around the corner?"
"I couldn't be more excited," I said truthfully. "I've been waiting for this day for a long time."
"Excellent!" he said. "Will there be anyone at your side as the Games begin?"
"Yes," I said. "I have several allies. We no doubt make up the most threatening, prepared tributes of the year."
"Well, I'm thrilled to hear that!" he exclaimed. "I cannot wait to watch your alliance in action."
"Me as well," I said, unable to suppress the tiny smirk that played across my lips.
"I assume you're referring to the traditional alliance with districts One, Two, and Four?" he said.
I nodded in affirmation.
"How is everyone getting along?" he asked.
"Well," I replied. "Some better than others, but that's to be expected in any group dynamic."
"Of course, of course," said Caesar. "Any insider perspectives you'd like to share?"
I paused. "Well, let's just say that everything is not always as it seems," I said.
"Intriguing!" he exclaimed. "Care to elaborate on that?"
"I don't want to spoil the fun too soon," I said. "But I promise you'll be entertained. Keep an eye out for me, Panem."
"We certainly will, Miss Evenair!" said Caesar. The audience cheered, and I heard my name a few times.
"Before we go, is there anything else you'd like to share with us?" he asked.
I took a breath. I forced a smile onto my face, already looking forward to being rid of it. "I'll be back here soon, Caesar," I said. "But I'll give you a show before you see me again."
"Now that's what we like to hear!" roared Caesar, leaping to his feet. "Let's give it up for Miss Isla Evenair of District Four!"
Samuel Harris, District 5, 16
After the mysterious boy tribute from Four, my district partner went and did their interview. I stood anxiously in the wings, exerting all of my willpower in order to not run away. I wanted to more than anything, but I forced my feet to stay rooted in their spot.
After a few minutes, my district partner returned. "Good luck, Samuel," they said.
I nodded. They gave me a sympathetic look before returning to the end of the line.
"Next up, from District Five, let's meet Samuel Harris!" shouted the interviewer. I stepped forward, shakily making my way towards the stage. I squinted as the bright lights hit me, momentarily blinding my vision. After a second, I could see again, and I walked over to where I'd seen my partner sit a few moments ago.
"Welcome!" said the interviewer. He stuck out his hand for a shake. I ignored it and sat down.
"So, Samuel, we've been dying to meet you," said the interviewer. "How are you doing?"
"Fine," I said, my voice not much more than a whisper.
"That's good," said the interviewer. "Are you liking the Capitol so far?"
I shook my head.
"Is there anything you enjoy about it? Any people you like?"
I shook my head again.
"That's alright. It can be scary sometimes, right?" he asked, clearly trying to be gentle. "Would you like to comment on your training session? What happened? Your score is a standout this year, and we'd love to know more."
I shrugged, glancing at his dark orange hair. The color was very unnatural, and practically screamed demonic. "I talked to them."
He leaned forward in his seat. "What did you say?"
"The truth."
"What's the truth?" he asked.
"That everyone here is a demon," I said, my voice low.
"A demon?" he asked, confused.
"A demon!" I repeated, my voice rising. I desperately tried to hold on to my temper, but I could feel it slipping away from me. "Don't play stupid! I know what you are! All of you," I hissed at the audience. The audience remained silent for once, watching me with bated breath.
"I- I'm not sure I understand," the interviewer stammered.
"You all just want to watch me die!" I shouted. "I just want to go home! I'm tired of these stupid demon games!"
The interviewer glanced behind the curtains, mouthing something. Looked like my time was up. I decided, as I had with the Gamemakers yesterday, to really just let them have it.
"Screw you!" I said. "I don't deserve this! My parents don't deserve this! Stop pretending and just admit it already!"
"Samuel-" the interviewer said, touching my arm.
"Don't touch me!" I shouted. My instincts took over, and I leapt at him, arms swinging wildly. The interviewer backed away and I felt Peacekeepers pull me back, thrashing wildly, away from the stage. The interviewer vanished from my sight, his voice fading away as I was dragged further.
"That was Samuel Harris of Five," said the interviewer. "What an interesting tribute, yes?"
Salome Terris, District 6, 14
I watched the tribute from Five being pulled away into another hallway, kicking and screaming curses. I smoothed out my dress, trying to put it out of my mind. Certainly after that, my interview would be a welcome change of pace. I couldn't mess this up if I tried.
"Our next tribute, from District Six, let's welcome the lovely Salome Terris!" shouted Caesar. I stepped out onto the stage, smiling brightly and waving at the crowd. I walked over to Caesar, who shook my hand enthusiastically, and we sat down to talk.
"How are you doing, Salome?" he asked.
"I'm good!" I said. "And thank you for saying my name right. Everyone always gets it wrong."
"Yes, I recall that from your Reapings," he said with a chuckle. "How are you enjoying the Capitol so far?"
"It's really, really, really really nice," I said. "The food is soooo good! And I've met some really cool people!"
"Who have you met?" Caesar asked.
"I met my friend from Twelve. Her name is Sienna, and you'll meet her later. And the rest of my alliance is really nice too," I said, swinging my feet as I talked.
"That's wonderful! So you have an alliance heading into the Games, then?" asked Caesar.
I nodded. "Yes! There's me, and Sienna, and Levi and Ianto and Jess."
"A large group!" said Caesar.
"The more the merrier," I said cheerily.
"I wish you luck with that," said Caesar. "I'm glad you have a strong alliance, but let's talk about you! What do you want to tell us that we don't already know about you?"
"Oh, so much," I said. "I'm really good at building fires. I'm really good at stealing cupcakes too. And math is my favorite subject in school."
"I've never been much of a math person myself," Caesar confessed.
"Oh, it's not so bad once you get the hang of it," I said. "As soon as you know all the rules, it's a breeze! It's all about formulas and staying inside the rules."
"So are you looking forward to a math-related career when you grow up?" he asked.
"That's my plan," I said. "I want to be an engineer. My best friend Tay wants to be a baker. Maybe if the engineer thing doesn't work out, I can be her accountant or something."
"That sounds like an excellent plan, Salome," said Caesar, smiling at me.
"Thanks," I replied, smiling back. He was so nice. I liked talking to him.
"It sounds as though you're very academic. Will you be relying on your smarts to help you in the Games?" Caesar asked.
I nodded. "Oh, absolutely. Even if you can't fight, if you have a good brain, I think that's really helpful," I said. "Of course, fighting helps too."
The audience chuckled. Caesar did as well, holding his chest as he did so.
"Anything else you'd like to say before this end of our time together?" he asked.
"Well…" I trailed, tapping my foot. "I'm a little nervous, but I'm hopeful. I think with my friends, I stand a chance. Wish me luck?"
"Of course! Let's send some good fortune Salome's way as we see her off!" said Caesar. The audience cheered as we stood. Caesar shook my hand again, and I waved at everyone as I left.
Deltro Litmen, District 6, 15
Salome came offstage and gave me a smile as she headed to the back of the line of tributes waiting their turn to be interviewed. I tried to steady my quivering hands, but like always, they refused to lay still.
"Next up, Deltro Litmen of District Six!" announced Caesar. I stepped forward, smoothing the front of my button-down shirt as I walked. Caesar shook my hand, and the interview started.
"Welcome, Deltro," said Caesar, ever friendly. "How are you?" he asked.
"I'm okay," I said. "And you?"
"I'm very well," he replied, smiling. "I'd love to learn more about you, though. Who is Deltro Litmen?"
I remembered what I'd discussed with my Mentor Piers and drew breath, preparing my story. "Well, you probably know this by now, but Six is where I'm from, and it can be a dangerous place. Lots of violence and drugs and things."
"Of course," said Caesar, nodding and leaning forward, taking in my words.
"It's been difficult to overcome that, but with my mom and my friend, I've learned anything is possible," I said. "Six has made me strong through its challenges."
"What kinds of challenges?" Caesar asked.
"Well, one challenge was my mom's drug habit," I said. "But I'm glad to tell you that she's overcome that, and very healthy now. I love her very much."
"That's a relief," said Caesar, who was clutching his chest. "I was worried for a moment there."
"And see this?" I asked, holding up my palms. Caesar leaned over, and I noticed the cameras encroach to get a better view. I showed my hands to the audience, who gasped a little.
"Those scars… they're very deep," Caesar noted. "What happened?"
I shook my head. "Wrong place, wrong time. I put my hands out in front of me to help defend myself, and…" I cut off my words, drawing a pretend blade across my hand. The audience winced, and Caesar did too.
"That sounds terrible!" he exclaimed.
"It's not my best memory," I said. "But here I am. I healed and moved on, and I'm okay now. Like I said, Six has made me strong."
"That's very clear to see," said Caesar. The audience cheered, and I heard a few whistles. I smiled widely, bringing my hands into fists and bringing them into my lap.
"I'm just glad my mom and I are still together, and that she's okay now," I said. "I love her more than anyone in the world. I don't know where I'd be without her."
"She's your rock?" Caesar suggested.
"Exactly," I agreed. "She's my rock."
"I know she's lucky to have you too," he said. He turned and waved at the camera. "Hello, Mrs. Litmen! You've raised a fine young man."
I waved at the camera as well. "Hi, Mom," I said, trying to keep my smile from faltering. I really did miss her. I wondered how she was doing without me around. Not turning back to morphling, I hoped.
"It's been a pleasure to meet you," said Caesar. "May the odds be ever in your favor, Deltro."
"Thank you," I replied.
Chaney Hallows, District 7, 15
After the boy from Six went, it was my turn. I took a shaky breath, trying to balance my nerves before I went out there.
"Now, as we reach District Seven, we meet Miss Chaney Hallows!" announced the interviewer. I stepped forward, trying not to trip on my scarlet dress. Caesar shook my hand and led me to my seat, which was decorated with gold and a red cushion.
"Hello, Chaney," said Caesar. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"You as well," I said, forcing myself to stay calm. Acadia had advised me to be myself, and to a certain extent, that was what I planned on doing. I just prayed that I would come off as normal, and hopefully attract a few sponsors as well.
"How are you doing?" he asked. "Enjoying the Capitol?"
"I'm fine," I replied. "And the Capitol is nice. Everything is very fancy here."
"I'm sure," he said. "How do you like everyone? Your partner, your Mentor? Any alliances heading into the Games tomorrow?"
"Everyone is nice," I said. "Acadia is very helpful. She has a lot of good advice."
"We all recall last year's Victor, yes?" Caesar asked the audience. They clapped in response. He turned back to me. "You're lucky to have her, I'm sure. She's a smart one."
"Yes," I agreed.
"Any alliances?" he asked again.
I shook my head. "No."
"Ah! So we have another lone wolf!" said Caesar. "Tell me, Chaney- do you think keeping to yourself helps tributes in the Games?"
"Yes," I replied. "Ultimately, the only person you can trust is yourself. I think alliances have an advantage at the beginning, but if you can make it past the first few days, staying in a group is more dangerous than watching your own back."
"A wise take," said Caesar. "Do you have any plans to help you make it past the first few days?"
"I'm just going to try to keep away from the other tributes," I said. "You never know who's friendly, and I don't plan on taking my chances."
Caesar nodded. "Very smart. Besides your arena strategy, I'd love to learn a little more about you. Would you care to tell us about yourself?"
My breath caught in my throat. I needed to stay calm. I could do this.
"My sisters- my sister- and I live with my mom. My brothers live with my dad. They're divorced," I explained. "My sister's name is Illana, and she's a year older than me. My brothers are both a few years older than me, but I don't see them as much since they live apart from us."
"Ah, I see," said Caesar. "I'm sure they miss you dearly."
I nodded. Internally, though, I couldn't be sure. My mother probably did, but my brothers? Illana? Did they miss me? Or did they see me as a burden they'd finally been freed of? Their scary, explosive, destructive sister finally off their hands and out of their minds?
"May the odds be ever in your favor, Chaney," said Caesar. "It was wonderful meeting you."
"You as well," I said. "Thank you."
We stood, and I left the stage, forcing a smile on my face as I went. "That was Chaney Hallows from Seven!" said Caesar. "Next up, her district partner, Travis O'Quinn!"
Levi Viscose, District 8, 18
After the boy from Seven finished his interview, I prepared to hear my name called. The boy from Seven was so intriguing and mysterious: he would be a hard tribute to follow. I took a deep breath. I would be okay. I just needed to remember what Senna coached me to do. Be genuine.
"Now, a tribute I'm very excited to see- Miss Levi Viscose!" announced Caesar. I walked onstage, smoothing down the front of my orange jacket. My stylists had tried to style it horribly, but with some suggestions from me, I much liked the improved look- simple, but bold. Orange pants and a suit-ish jacket with an A-line white shirt. I shook Caesar's hand and sat down.
"You look amazing, Caesar," I said.
"Why, thank you! I've been awaiting a compliment," he said, touching his coral hair delicately.
"No, really," I said. "You look so, so good. Like, really good. We match!"
"We do!" said Caesar, glancing away. Was he uncomfortable? Shoot. So much for being genuine. He quickly changed the subject.
"Levi, Levi, Levi!" said Caesar, clapping his hands and rubbing them together eagerly. "I've been looking forward to speaking with you. It feels like yesterday I interviewed your mother."
I nodded, not entirely sure of what to say after my mistake. "Yes."
"Now, it's my understanding that she's passed away," he said. "I'm so sorry for your loss."
"Thank you," I said. "It's been four years, which is crazy to me. It still feels so fresh."
"A wonderful woman," Caesar agreed. "Would you say she had a large role in shaping your sense of self?"
"Absolutely," I said. "Especially when I was younger, we did everything together. I've never met anyone who loved so fiercely as her."
"Incredibly touching," said Caesar. "I imagine you miss her very much."
"I do," I said softly, looking away. I felt my eyes begin to fill with water, as they often did when the subject of my mother came up. "I… I'm glad she's not hurting anymore, though."
"As are all of us," said Caesar, touching my arm gently. I looked at him, and he was holding a tissue. I used it to gently dab at my eyes, keeping my makeup pristine.
"You don't need to share if you feel uncomfortable," said Caesar. "But your mother's death has always been shrouded in mystery. Very sudden. Would you tell us what happened?"
I shuddered, tightening my grasp on my tissue. "I knew she wasn't well, but even I didn't know how bad it was. My father told me she couldn't handle the idea of me in the Games. Her Games still haunted her no matter what she did, and she couldn't take it. I… I found her in the bathroom. I had just returned home from school. She was gone."
Caesar sucked in a sharp breath. "That was more personal than I was expecting. I apologize for asking, I shouldn't have."
"It's alright," I said. "She taught me so many things. She taught me strength and dignity and love and resilience. I would do anything for more time with her, but I'm grateful for the time we had together. And now you know, so you don't have to wonder."
"Thank you for being brave enough to share," said Caesar, his lips pressed together with concern. I heard sniffles coming from the audience, but it was otherwise quiet.
"Thanks for having me," I said.
"Perhaps you'll be a second-generation Victor," he suggested.
I nodded. "Perhaps I will."
Ianto Baines, District 8, 16
Levi returned backstage, giving me a shaky smile as she passed. I returned a small nod.
"Now, let's hear from her district partner, Ianto Baines!" shouted Caesar. I entered the stage, walking with confidence like Senna had told me. Caesar shook my hand firmly, and then we sat down to begin the interview.
"Ianto, I'd like to begin by discussing your Reapings," said Caesar. "What were you wearing that day?"
"That would be a juvie jumpsuit," I said, leaning back in my seat and making myself comfortable.
"Why on earth were you wearing a juvie jumpsuit? Is that a new trend in Eight? Should I try one?" Caesar asked. The crowd chuckled a little at his comment, and I smirked in reply.
"No, no no," I said. "I earned that jumpsuit. It was the night before the Reapings, actually, and I was caught doing something the Peacekeepers didn't like."
"And what was that?" he asked.
"I'm a musician," I explained. "My band performs at underground concerts, and they didn't like that. Honestly, they don't like me much at all."
"What instrument do you play?" he asked.
"I'm a drummer," I said. "I'm pretty good, if I say so myself."
"I believe that," said Caesar, smiling a little. "You have a rocker persona here. Very cool."
"Thanks," I said.
"So what kind of music does your band play?" he asked.
"Hardcore stuff, mostly," I said, waving my hands around as I spoke. "We like to talk about 'controversial' topics, and I guess we got under someone's skin."
"So you compose your own music? That's very impressive," he said, noticeably skimming over the rest of my statement.
"We do," I said. "Our lyricist, Marc, really has a talent for it. He deserves most of the credit."
"Very well," said Caesar. "But aside from Marc, let's talk about you. What else do you do, outside of music?"
"I hang out with my brother sometimes," I said, shrugging. "His name's Owain. Since our parents died, it's just been the two of us, so I look out for him, y'know?"
"I'm sorry about your parents," he said. "Do you and your brother get along well?"
"We do," I said. "We have each other's backs. That's why I need to get home. I don't want him to lose everyone. He shouldn't have to watch his own back all the time. He doesn't deserve that." I felt the heat rising within me, the indignation of my entire situation, and pushed it back down. I couldn't blow up here, right now. I'd save that for later.
"I agree," said Caesar. "He sounds like he's very important to you, and a strong young man. You're clearly a fighter, Ianto: I bet that spirit will stay with you in the arena."
"You can bet on it," I said. "And me as well. I'm one to watch out for."
"I have no doubts," he replied. "Anything else to say before we continue on?"
I glanced at the camera. "I'll see you soon, Owain," I said. "Don't worry."
Caesar nodded solemnly. "Very touching," he said quietly. Then, louder: "Let's give Ianto a warm exit, shall we?"
Reese Hastings, District 9, 16
After the boy from Eight went, talking about music and Peacekeepers and things, it was my turn.
"Our next tribute, all the way from District Nine… Reese Hastings!" yelled Caesar. The crowd applauded and I walked onstage, shaking Caesar's hand and sitting in the seat opposite him.
"Hello, dear Reese," said Caesar. "How are you doing tonight?"
"I'm fine, thank you," I replied. "How are you?"
"I am fantastic, thank you for asking!" he replied. "So, Reese. We'd love to learn more about you. Let's see… what's something you could never live without?"
"My family," I replied, without missing a beat. "They're everything to me."
"Is it just you and your parents, or do you have siblings as well?" he asked.
"My father passed away in a work accident," I replied. "My mother is still with us, though, and I have a lot of siblings."
"I'm sorry to hear about your father," he said. "Tell me about your siblings. What are they like?"
"You'll have to be a little more specific," I said, smiling. "I'm the oldest of ten kids!"
"Wow!" said Caesar, who brought a hand to his chest dramatically. "That may be the record for this year! That sounds like a chaotic household."
"It can be," I agreed. "I wouldn't trade them for anything, though. I even dropped out of school a few years ago to help support them all after my father passed away. I'd do anything for them."
"That's incredibly touching," he said. "Do you have any favorites?"
"Well, I know they're all watching right now," I said, glancing at a camera. "I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings."
"Of course not," said Caesar. "Who do you spend the most time with, then?"
"Cyrus, Sierra and I all work during the day, so I see them the most often," I said. "I try to spend time with everyone equally, though. The little ones sometimes get upset if they don't get their fair share of attention."
Caesar nodded understandingly. "Where do you work?"
"Out in the grain fields," I said.
"Do you think that will give you an advantage heading into the arena?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Maybe," I replied. "I'm pretty good with a scythe, since I have to use it all the time. And, I mean, it's physical labor, so I'm in shape. I guess we'll have to see."
"We'll have to see," Caesar agreed. "Do you enjoy working alongside your siblings?"
I nodded. "I'd rather do it with them than alone. Cyrus and Sierra are pretty high-energy, so they keep things interesting. And it's nice to have people around to talk to."
"I can imagine," said Caesar. "It seems to me that you're quite the family person."
"I agree," I said. "They're the reason I want to- no, need to- win this. They rely on me. I can't just leave them, you know?"
"I understand," said Caesar. "I wish you the very best in the arena."
"Thank you," I said. He nodded, and from what I could tell, he sincerely meant it.
He glanced at the timer behind me. "Anything else you'd like to say before the end of your interview?" he asked. "Any parting words?"
I looked at the camera. "Mom, Cyrus, Sierra, Melody, Evanna, Terry, Aurora, Landon, Cassidy, Emmett, I love you guys so much. You too, Deanna. Hopefully I'll see you soon."
Ethan Hart, District 10, 14
The boy from Nine went, talking about his family, and then Jess. I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves. Dimitri had warned me that the interviewer would ask me about Volunteering. This was my chance to tell my parents how I felt. I couldn't miss it.
Jess finished her interview and returned backstage, giving me a small nod as she passed me.
"Now, for our next interview, let's welcome the intriguing Ethan Hart!" announced Caesar. I took another deep breath and walked out solemnly, shaking his hand and taking a seat.
"Ethan," said Caesar. "I've been looking forward to hearing from you."
"I'm not surprised," I said. "I bet you want to talk about the Reapings, right?"
"On the nose!" said Caesar. "Outer district Volunteers are uncommon, as you know. What led you to making the decision to enter the Games at such a young age?"
"My parents," I said.
"Your parents?" he asked. "Did they encourage you to do this?"
"Unfortunately, quite the opposite," I said. "My parents are greedy, uncaring people. For years I've tried to get their attention and their love, but nothing has worked. This is my last-ditch resort."
Caesar's orange eyebrows furrowed together, looking concerned. "There was no better option?"
I shook my head. "Unfortunately, no. My siblings can attest as well- all my parents care about is money and prestige. They'll do anything for it, and they gladly toss us aside like we're nothing."
"That sounds dreadful," said Caesar.
I nodded. "It is."
"You mentioned you have siblings?" he asked.
"Yes, I have two," I replied. "My older sister's name is Mia, and I have a younger brother named Sebastian. They're not like my parents, though. Before I Volunteered, my sister and I were planning on moving out soon."
"What made you abandon that plan?" he asked.
"I… to be honest, I can't do it anymore," I said.
"Do what?" he asked, leaning in.
"Life with them," I said quietly. "I needed to escape Ten. This was the only option."
Caesar drew in a breath. "I'm sorry that you feel that way. Do you feel prepared for the arena?"
I shrugged. "I guess we'll find out. I have an alliance, and hopefully we can keep each other alive."
"I hope so as well," he said. "Before you go, is there anything you'd like to say to your family? This may be your best opportunity."
I nodded and turned to the camera, considering what to say for a short moment before opening my mouth. "Mom, Dad, I hope you can understand how you've made me feel, and how you've made Mia and Sebastian feel. I don't recognize you anymore. The inheritance has ruined you. I don't understand how you live with yourself. Mia, Sebastian… I hope you know that this isn't meant to hurt you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before I did it. I just felt like there were no other options left. I love you both very much. I hope you don't forget me."
I turned back to Caesar, my speech complete. His face was solemn, clearly aware that I knew the consequences of my actions. He gave me a nod, and turned to the audience to send me off.
Alula Callahan, District 11, 15
The boy from Ten finished his interview, and Caesar promptly announced my name.
Remember what we discussed, whispered Cataleya.
"Alula Callahan!" Caesar cried. I stepped onstage, daintily shaking Caesar's hand and taking a seat in the golden throne that would soon be mine.
"Now, like Ethan, you've been very intriguing," Caesar began. "Two outer district Volunteers in the same year? Practically unheard of!"
I nodded, smiling sweetly. "Well, the Games are an honor, are they not? I don't understand why less than twenty-four tributes elect to participate each year."
"Fair point," Caesar conceded. The audience applauded a little.
Good, said Cataleya.
I smiled even more brightly, encouraged by Cataleya's kind words.
"So that's the only reason?" Caesar pressed.
"The Victors are the most perfect people in Panem," I said. "I want to be just like them. Perfect."
"Ah, I see," said Caesar, rubbing his chin. "You idolize the Victors. Unusual for a girl from Eleven. Have you spent time preparing, then?"
I nodded. "I follow the plan."
"And what plan is that?" he asked, his left eyebrow quirking upwards.
"Cataleya's," I said.
"Cataleya's?" he asked.
What did you just do?
"Cataleya's," I repeated, my error slowly beginning to dawn on me.
"Who is Cataleya?" he asked.
I brought my hand to my mouth, horror washing over me. "No one."
He leaned forward. "I don't intend to offend you, but I don't fully follow that. Who is Cataleya? Someone from home? A friend, perhaps?"
You fool! Cataleya shouted. How could you mess up this badly?
I clapped my hands over my ears, trying to block out the torrent of insults flying my way. "My friend," I squeaked out, not entirely convincingly. Cataleya continued to shout curses in my head.
"Your friend back home?" Caesar asked, beginning to look concerned.
I nodded, unable to do anything else. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, praying she would stop.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
Answer the question!
I opened my eyes and yanked my hands away from my ears. "Yes, sorry," I said, smiling shakily.
"It's okay," he said, relaxing a little. "We can discuss something else if you would like. Do you have any plans for the Games?"
"I will be by myself," I said. "I've always preferred it that way."
"Very understandable," he replied. "Very well. Any parting words before we continue on to the next tribute?"
I stared Caesar down, looking deep into his eyes. Searching them. "I will win."
He sat back, unsettled, nodding slowly. "Best of luck, Alula."
As I walked away, Cataleya began screaming at me again. I mentally prepared myself for a long night.
Sienna Asher, District 12, 14
After the second tribute from Eleven went, bringing an interpreter onstage with them to help translate the movement of their hands into words, it was my turn. I took a breath, steadying myself, as Caesar called my name and I stepped onstage. I walked over to him, shook his hand, and sat down in the golden armchair positioned next to him.
"Thank you for your patience, dear," he said. "It's been a long night, but we saved the best for last, right?"
"Absolutely," I said, straightening up in my chair and smiling widely. Since Aurelia was too busy with Dale to help me, I'd decided to be myself, bright and cheery, during my interview.
"I'm glad you agree," he said, smiling back. "So! If you're willing to tell us more about yourself, I'm sure we'd love to learn more about you."
The audience applauded weakly. They were just tired, I was sure- I didn't hold it against them.
"Of course," I said. "I'm nothing special, really. I live downtown with my family, and I have a few really good friends. My parents own the antique store, and my friend Cole works there with me. And my friend Penny's parents own a bakery."
"Do you enjoy working in the shop?" he asked.
I nodded with enthusiasm. "It's my favorite place in the whole world. Everything in it is so special and has its own unique history. And interacting with customers is so fun."
"Ah! So you're a saleswoman," said Caesar, clapping his hands together.
"Yes," I said. "It's one of my best skills. I think you'll really see that in the Games. My dad likes to say that I could sell a glass of water to a drowning man."
"Do you agree?" he asked.
"Well… a little," I said, blushing slightly. "I like doing it, and I think I'm pretty good."
"Can you show me?" he asked.
I nodded, glancing around for something to sell. After a moment, my eyes landed on my bracelet- a glittering black thing reminiscent of my chariot costume. "Do you see this bracelet?" I asked, pulling it off of my wrist.
"Yes," he said, looking at it with interest.
"I think it would go really well with your color scheme this year. It provides a nice contrast," I said, squinting and holding it up to him.
"Really?" he asked.
"I really think so," I said. I hushed my voice, leaning in towards him. "Plus, don't tell anyone, but this bracelet is one-of-a-kind. It's only been worn once, and by a tribute in the Games no less!"
"Intriguing," he said, eyeing the bracelet and playing along. "How much?"
"For you?" I pretended to consider. "This one will be pro bono, because I like you. You can have it."
I passed him the bracelet. He held it gingerly in his hands, holding it up so it sparkled in the light. "Thank you, dear Sienna. I appreciate that. And you clearly have a knack for this."
"Thank you," I said, beaming. "I hope I see you again soon. I like talking with you."
"As do I," he replied, smiling again. "It's been wonderful meeting you, Sienna. Take care, and best of luck."
"Thank you."
*Hello, everyone! How did you like the interviews? Did you have any favorites? I love hearing from you guys, so be sure to leave a review! Only two chapters left until the Games, which is crazy to think about. Everyone who didn't have a POV in this chapter will appear in the next chapter, which will be the night before the Games. Then, the launch, then the arena! It's so close!
I hope everyone's doing well! Since this is likely the last update before the New Year, happy New Year to all of you :)
-r-b*